After my much needed mental ‘time-out’, I am happy to feel refreshed, renewed and ready to pick up the pieces.  I can only hope and pray that K’s family (who was mentioned in the previous posting) can eventually do the same.  The untimely tragic death of this ’sister’ put me into a tailspin of sadness and grief that I hadn’t felt in quite a while.  But she will be remembered dearly, and sorely missed.

I believe many of us, if not most, have found ourselves almost as desperate as K was.  Though it must take incredible courage to do what she did…it takes much, much more to carry on. You ’sisters’ are warriors…true heros.  When you think you can’t face another day on this infertility path, you find it within your deepest self to wake up that next day, and carry on.  Sometimes those days become weeks, those weeks become months and those months become years.  And, with some of us, those years become a decade (or longer).  It is rough, to say the least.  But we can lean on each other as we journey onward.

We need to give this ’sisterhood’ of ours, a name.  Because it (and we) truly deserve one.  But it must be a title with a positive tone.  If any of you have any suggestions, please send them my way.  Shelley Sykes had called us the ‘chosen’.  Maybe we could be ‘The Sisterhood of The Chosen’…or… ’The Chosen Sisterhood’.  What do you think?  Let me know.  Whatever we call ourselves, remember to pat yourself on the back daily for what you are enduring.  And try, please do try, to find beauty and joy in the little things every single day…and especially in yourself.